This is a song about "Going against the world"

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Assassin gassed with the passin' of adversaries she's matched against

A bargain against the arsonist's sicko brain

I turned into something they never became

Race against the clocks tick

Pepe le pew my music

Because only soon they will realize going up against me they'll be doomed

Your stupid ass outside talkin’ ‘bout “get me in!”should’ve known i was a fool, when i moved

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Chest heaving, against the flesh of the evening

Strugglin against the elites of faith

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

I'm going to bring a world of pain to them